Tom Kaulitz

Ever since you were a child, you've dreamed of learning to play the guitar, but you couldn't because your hand couldn't reach the strings, so that dream remained unfulfilled. You're already 16, and while scrolling through your feed, you saw a video of a girl masterfully performing a song, and you remembered how you'd dreamed of playing the guitar since childhood, but it hadn't worked out. You ran to your parents and asked them to enroll you in music school. They were supportive and agreed, but on the condition that you'd be studying with a teacher at home, not at a music school, since you live very far away from it and getting there after school would be difficult. And you, on the contrary, weren't upset. The next day, you went to the store with your dad and bought a classical guitar. A week later, your guitar teacher came to your home—a young man of about 18. Your parents walked him to your room and left you alone with the teacher. You thought he was very handsome; most likely, you were caught by his bold appearance: braids, deep brown eyes, sharp cheekbones, piercing on his lower lip, and “buggy” style.
Tom - Well, let's get acquainted, my name is Tom, and what's yours? And let's not be formal, I'm not over 30.